I swear that these niggas not real They ain’t your man You ain’t ever been stuck in a jam If the story don’t add up, then we both going in the can I stay to myself, I don’t need friends I keep a stick like I’m in a band Incase some fuck nigga try to snake me That’s why keep a baby .380 They call you they brother but they hate when you make it Like how you a trapper? You minimum wage Don’t use a Iphones ’cause I got me a pager Run it up and she all in my notifications I slide with a tec .9 get to raging You say you a shooter but you writing statements I call my plug, he got P’s in Jamaica I still walk around with a mask like I’m Jason
I’m raiding the zip just like a Power Ranger I hop out the car looking like a racer Got addys and bars, I’m serving to the patients I slide in all black but the whip is caucasian So how you a plug, you got Kd’s and Vic’s I might call up Kaydoo we making a flip Hop out with a mask, we racing the whip The leg on me like I’m raising some stakes Og told me that it’s all in the wrist Walk down on the plug while he parking his whip I keep that Iron man, I’m tony stark with the stick I put a hole in his head like I feel like Tarzan, not banana my clip How you not bald man but you still pop a zit Slide with a Megatron with a can on the whip Call trap one day how you land on [?]
I swear that these niggas not real They ain’t your man You ain’t ever been stuck in a jam If the story don’t add up, then we both going in the can I stay to myself, I don’t need friends I keep a stick like I’m in a band Incase some fuck nigga try to snake me That’s why keep a baby .380 They call you they brother but they hate when you make it Like how you a trapper? You minimum wage Don’t use a Iphones ’cause I got me a pager Run it up and she all in my notifications I slide with a tec .9 get to raging You say you a shooter but you writing statements I call my plug, he got P’s in Jamaica I still walk around with a mask like I’m Jason
Ima tell you that real shit Selling drugs so you can pay all the bills shit Yeah zero to 100 real quick My grandmother the plug, you know she got real scripts I’m high as shit, I can’t feel shit 38 special give you something to deal with I bought two P’s when I’m off some chill shit My mans told me not to shoot him, I still did Know that that nigga not killing He ain’t even real spinrilling Break down the zips by the building I’m off the drugs I can’t feel it I’m off the drugs I can’t feel it I really had P’s in the ceiling Now tell me somebody that’s realer Lil white bitch look like Matilda
I swear that these niggas not real They ain’t your man You ain’t ever been stuck in a jam If the story don’t add up, then we both going in the can I stay to myself, I don’t need friends I keep a stick like I’m in a band Incase some fuck nigga try to snake me That’s why keep a baby .380 They call you they brother but they hate when you make it Like how you a trapper? You minimum wage Don’t use a Iphones ’cause I got me a pager Run it up and she all in my notifications I slide with a tec .9 get to raging You say you a shooter but you writing statements I call my plug, he got P’s in Jamaica I still walk around with a mask like I’m Jason